Covid revisited

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Sea of waking dreams

and fever-induced phantoms

sleepless soaking nights

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by Scooj

  • I stole the first line from the poem ‘I am’ by John Clare.

Unwell

 

It’s the fever that

gets you…wares you to the bone.

So miserable.

 

by Scooj

 

On looking after my poorly daughter.